Special Forces: I, Crazy Training, Can Be Invincible

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Wang Yan looked at Lu Fan and said solemnly: "Company commander, I strongly recommend that Comrade Zhao Mingwei put his head on the matchbox. This way, it is easier for the team members to aim!"

Zhao Mingwei was almost scared to pee on the spot.

Holding it by hand is scary enough.

Brain staring.

Shouldn't it just bloom?

He hurriedly begged Lu Fan for mercy: "Company commander, don't listen to Wang Yan's nonsense, I, I think it's fine to hold with your hands, really!"

Lu Fan snorted coldly: "Okay, don't be rude. Take the matchbox and stand in the distance!"

"Yes……"

Zhao Mingwei didn't dare to refuse.

He grabbed the matchbox and ran away in fear.

After he stood at the designated position, Lu Fan took the 95 steps sent by Wang Yan.

Pull the bolt in front of Yehuo everyone.

Aim for the distance.

boom!

After the gunshot, the matchbox in Zhao Mingwei's hand flew out instantly.

"I go!"

"So handsome!"

"One shot!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes in Yehuo lit up.

Lu Fan's flowing movements made them all amazed.

Even if it's just an ordinary shot.

But Lu Fan's decisiveness and calmness when he fired his gun was something none of them could learn.

"see it?"

Lu Fan looked at everyone: "You have to practice like me! Immediately, shoot in pairs, shoot at each other, and hit the matchbox in your hand!"

"Yes!"

The night tigers shouted in unison.

Before leading the crowd to the shooting range, Lu Fan hooked his fingers to Wang Yan and explained something in a low voice.

When Wang Yan heard this, the whole person seemed to have discovered a new continent, and immediately pointed to Lu Fan: "Company commander, your move is too high!"

"Don't worry, I'll go now!"

at the same time.

The night tigers have all arrived at the shooting range.

before shooting.

Lu Fan asked them, according to the usual practice, to have three basic physical fitness items, [-] each.

It's a warm-up.

After the warm-up was over, Wang Yan and Zhao Mingwei brought the training guns to the shooting range.

Wang Yan whispered: "It's all done. According to your request, the first 15 rounds of blank ammunition, and the back is the live ammunition!"

Lu Fan nodded: "Shoot."

The two platoon leaders fired their guns one after the other.

Before starting the formal training, Lu Fan asked Xiao Zhuang and Lao Pao to give a separate demonstration first, which was regarded as a teaching case.

On the shooting range, Xiao Zhuang held the gun that had just been sent to his hand.

Check and confirm that there is no problem with the gun body, but when he is about to aim at the old gun with a matchbox in his hand two hundred meters away.

For some reason, his hands suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Even the fingers are somewhat disobedient.

"Xiao Zhuang, what are you dawdling about?"

In the distance, Lao Pao shouted: "Why haven't you fired, have you kept your eggs for so long?"

Xiao Zhuang responded with a wry smile; "Old Pao, don't worry, let me get used to it first! I'm afraid I'll accidentally give you a headshot later..."

All the onlookers could hear that Xiao Zhuang's joke was actually his true thoughts.

There are rules in the army.

With or without bullets, the muzzle of the gun is not allowed to be aimed at a comrade-in-arms.

But in this case, they had to break the rules.

Lao Pao was Xiao Zhuang's squad leader in the recruit company and his best brother.

Now let him point the gun at the old gun and pull the trigger.

This psychological barrier made him unable to pull the trigger even if he raised the gun.

He was afraid of bullets accidentally hurting old guns.

Even more afraid to see the picture of him falling in a pool of blood.

"what are you doing?"

"Impotence, why didn't you shoot him?!"

Lu Fan strode towards him and asked coldly.

Xiao Zhuang put down his gun and said with a wry smile: "The other side is a comrade-in-arms, I, I can't pull the trigger."

Lu Fan said solemnly: "The opposite is your comrade-in-arms, but the matchbox in his hand is not! I told you to point the gun at the matchbox, not him!"

"Give you three seconds, you must shoot!"

Lu Fan helped him stabilize the muzzle and stared at him sharply: "3.2..."

With the oppressive countdown of the company commander, Xiao Zhuang's brain was in chaos.

Every nerve in his body was tense.

He even forgot how to shoot and how to aim.

In a trance, the gun rang.

boom.

Xiao Zhuang turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look up into the distance at all.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

There were no screams.

There was no comrade's cry for help.

Xiao Zhuang opened his eyes and saw the old gun still standing in the distance, and he was relieved.

Although he missed the matchbox, at least he didn't hurt the old gun.

This is a fortune in misfortune.

"continue!"

Lu Fan watched coldly from the side.

Xiao Zhuang snorted inwardly, hesitated for a moment, but still raised his gun.

But this time, it was much better than just now.

Although his hands were still shaking a little, they were not shaking so much.

Pull the trigger down.

boom!

After the gunshot, the old cannon in the distance was still safe and sound.

Likewise, the matchbox was not hit.

With two shots at the bottom, Xiao Zhuang's inner fear suddenly decreased a lot.

Even without Lu Fan's urging, he could aim his gun by himself.

Even after knocking down the sixth shot, his hands stopped shaking.

After the tenth shot, Xiao Zhuang's mood has gradually stabilized, and he can even adjust his breathing rhythm, calculate the bullet rate, and increase his chance of hitting.

"waste!"

On the shooting range, Lao Pao shouted at Xiao Zhuang: "I'm sore in my arms, can you hurry up and stop dawdling?"

"If I follow what the company commander said, I was kidnapped. With the speed of your dawdling, I would have died eight hundred times!"

Xiao Zhuang laughed: "Don't worry, I'll shoot the enemy right away!"

Done.

Xiaozhuang quickly aimed at the matchbox and pulled the trigger decisively.

boom!

Still missed.

Xiao Zhuang frowned and pulled the trigger again.

A bullet was pushed out of the barrel by the flame, and instantly knocked out the matchbox in Xiaozhuang's hand.

Watching the matchbox fly away.

At the scene night, all the tigers burst into excited cheers.